Little Delilah
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M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,536
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Phantom of the Opera movie(s), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Betrayal In Its Finest Form
Chapter 2--Betrayal In Its Finest Form
Walking into the ballroom, her arm in the crook of Raoul's, Christine felt all eyes on her. She knew her dress was exquisite, but the true reason for their attention, was every other woman wanted to be where she was.Please, someone take my spot--I would much prefer to be in someone else's arms right now she thought bleakly. She would have much more preferred to stay in her room and lie there on her chaise lounge till she died.
Now as she heard the music all around her, it brought tears to her eyes. The song that they were playing was the song that the musical monkey played in her dark Angel's bedchamber. Even thinking of the song made her heart ache at the pain she knew she had accidentally caused him.
To make matters worse, when Raoul came to fetch her for tonight, he'd found her necklace on the floor and asked her why it had been there. She had put her acting skills to good use and made up the excuse that she had dropped it and been looking for it since. So now, to add insult to injury, she was not only arm-in-arm with Raoul, she was wearing his necklace, one of his many "promised treasures" for tonight.
She realized that Raoul had been talking to her now for some time and she had paid him no attention.Nothing new there she thought amused with herself. She guiltily turned her mind back to him; it appeared that Raoul was asking her to dance. Smiling, she curtsied and complied. There was not much else to do at a bal then to dance--if only with someone-anyone-besides Raoul.
As they were dancing, Raoul leaned in to kiss her, but Christine turned her head from him and his lips only grazed her cheek.
‘Honestly, midear, I don't know what's come over you the past few weeks,’ Raoul chided her, ‘what happened to letting me kiss you, or touch you more than we are now?’
Christine turned her head to the side, concealing a blush from the memories of the past few weeks.
‘I just.. I haven't been myself as of late, that is all, Raoul,’ she mumbled. She knew that using his real name would irritate him, but that's the reason she did it.
Just when he was about to reply angrily about her using his name, the music changed, the lights dimmed and all eyes turned to the stairs. There, at the top of the staircase, stood her dear le Fantome. He was dressed in stunning red velvet, even a red cape, and a new white mask in the design of a skull. Christine's heart jumped at the sight of him, but she knew that he must be angry with her
He walked heavily down the stairs, his strong tenor ringing in the ears of all that saw him. Christine was mesmerized by him once again, not even noticing that he was walking to her or that she was walking towards him. Nor did she realize how close she was to him until he reached out and snatched the necklace from about her neck and sang to her angrily: ‘You still belong to me!’ As he said it she nodded her head. He turned from her then, and dashing up the stairs, jumped down a hole that had appeared in the centre of the landing of the grand stairs.
Just as le Fantome reached the hole Raoul came running past Christine with his sword drawn and he jumped down after her dark Angel.
‘No!’ she screamed, but too late. Raoul was down the hole and it sealed behind him. The place turned to madness: women crying and men shouting. Carlotta was in hysterics over le Fantome's insult of her acting skills while Andre and Firmin were trying their best to calm her. Christine took this as her opportune moment to flee to her dressing room to avoid the scene that would occur after Raoul returned.
Running up the stairs and behind the stage to the wing with the dressing rooms in it, she took no notice of the person in shadows watching her run, a smile on his face.
***
The door opened and after entering, the girl turned and slammed the door shut, locking it from the inside. Leaning her head against it soft sobs escaped her throat in gasps. Standing up, she looked around. Walking slowly to the mirror, she placed a hand on it. Looking down she saw a necklace, the chain broken and the pendant smashed. Smiling at the mirror, she murmured ‘Thank You’ as if someone was on the other side.
But wait--yes, on the other side of the mirror, there was someone--someone who looked at this girl with utter devotion and longing, with tears of hurt and anger on his cheeks that she had caused him. He placed his hand where her hand was on the mirror; then he turned and disappeared down the dark hallway.
***
Walking into the ballroom, her arm in the crook of Raoul's, Christine felt all eyes on her. She knew her dress was exquisite, but the true reason for their attention, was every other woman wanted to be where she was.Please, someone take my spot--I would much prefer to be in someone else's arms right now she thought bleakly. She would have much more preferred to stay in her room and lie there on her chaise lounge till she died.
Now as she heard the music all around her, it brought tears to her eyes. The song that they were playing was the song that the musical monkey played in her dark Angel's bedchamber. Even thinking of the song made her heart ache at the pain she knew she had accidentally caused him.
To make matters worse, when Raoul came to fetch her for tonight, he'd found her necklace on the floor and asked her why it had been there. She had put her acting skills to good use and made up the excuse that she had dropped it and been looking for it since. So now, to add insult to injury, she was not only arm-in-arm with Raoul, she was wearing his necklace, one of his many "promised treasures" for tonight.
She realized that Raoul had been talking to her now for some time and she had paid him no attention.Nothing new there she thought amused with herself. She guiltily turned her mind back to him; it appeared that Raoul was asking her to dance. Smiling, she curtsied and complied. There was not much else to do at a bal then to dance--if only with someone-anyone-besides Raoul.
As they were dancing, Raoul leaned in to kiss her, but Christine turned her head from him and his lips only grazed her cheek.
‘Honestly, midear, I don't know what's come over you the past few weeks,’ Raoul chided her, ‘what happened to letting me kiss you, or touch you more than we are now?’
Christine turned her head to the side, concealing a blush from the memories of the past few weeks.
‘I just.. I haven't been myself as of late, that is all, Raoul,’ she mumbled. She knew that using his real name would irritate him, but that's the reason she did it.
Just when he was about to reply angrily about her using his name, the music changed, the lights dimmed and all eyes turned to the stairs. There, at the top of the staircase, stood her dear le Fantome. He was dressed in stunning red velvet, even a red cape, and a new white mask in the design of a skull. Christine's heart jumped at the sight of him, but she knew that he must be angry with her
He walked heavily down the stairs, his strong tenor ringing in the ears of all that saw him. Christine was mesmerized by him once again, not even noticing that he was walking to her or that she was walking towards him. Nor did she realize how close she was to him until he reached out and snatched the necklace from about her neck and sang to her angrily: ‘You still belong to me!’ As he said it she nodded her head. He turned from her then, and dashing up the stairs, jumped down a hole that had appeared in the centre of the landing of the grand stairs.
Just as le Fantome reached the hole Raoul came running past Christine with his sword drawn and he jumped down after her dark Angel.
‘No!’ she screamed, but too late. Raoul was down the hole and it sealed behind him. The place turned to madness: women crying and men shouting. Carlotta was in hysterics over le Fantome's insult of her acting skills while Andre and Firmin were trying their best to calm her. Christine took this as her opportune moment to flee to her dressing room to avoid the scene that would occur after Raoul returned.
Running up the stairs and behind the stage to the wing with the dressing rooms in it, she took no notice of the person in shadows watching her run, a smile on his face.
***
The door opened and after entering, the girl turned and slammed the door shut, locking it from the inside. Leaning her head against it soft sobs escaped her throat in gasps. Standing up, she looked around. Walking slowly to the mirror, she placed a hand on it. Looking down she saw a necklace, the chain broken and the pendant smashed. Smiling at the mirror, she murmured ‘Thank You’ as if someone was on the other side.
But wait--yes, on the other side of the mirror, there was someone--someone who looked at this girl with utter devotion and longing, with tears of hurt and anger on his cheeks that she had caused him. He placed his hand where her hand was on the mirror; then he turned and disappeared down the dark hallway.
***